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Dylan and Alyssa Scene 02: The First Time

Dylan needed this. He needed to feel this connection with someone, and he had no other choice. It wasn't that he wasn't good looking, he was - even he knew that. All the college girls practically dropped their panties at his sideways glance towards them. He stared at the face in the bathroom mirror. He had tired eyes, and lots of pain behind them. His sister, Alyssa was asking for him...asking for unspeakable sins, and he could do nothing but comply. He loved her as a sister, but lusted after her like a lover. She knew the guys she had been with - mostly brainless jocks that the only chance they could get laid was from Alyssa or roofies, but he also knew that his sister was smart. She had to be to plan all of this out - their parents not home, the fireplace going on full blast in his bedroom to warm this cold, dark house during the snowstorm outside.

He heard a rustle from behind the bathroom door. She was there - in his bedroom. In his bed. He looked at the time. Eleven thirty. Right on time. He looked down at himself. His bare chest, abs, and down at his black boxers. Dammit, he should have worn the silk ones. Too late now. He reached for the door handle and turned.

Alyssa was lying on her side, her red silk nightgown (if you could call it that) was on the floor beside the bed. She stared at her brother with a smirk on her face. She laid back on the bed, completely bare, and a feast for Dylan's eyes. She closed her own and grinned as she heard her brother's Escort Yayalar sharp intake of breath. She figured his eyes were roaming her lithe body, and she could imagine his heart beating faster against his chest as he stared at her breasts, her hips, her pussy...

She opened her eyes lazily, and smiled a not-so-innocent smile at Dylan. She was right - he was staring at what was between her thighs. She motioned for him to come closer with one finger and he obeyed immediately, almost in a trance.

*quot;What's wrong, big brother?*quot; She said softly. *quot;Never seen a nice, pink pussy before?*quot;

Of course he had. He was 20. He had seen porn before. Hell, he jerked off to it quite a bit while high on his Xanax.

His hands trembled and she smiled wider, running her fingers through her long, blonde hair.

He wanted to touch her. That's all he could think of. Her soft, bare skin against his hands...

The thought was enough to make him shiver.

This is so wrong, dude. That was the only thought that was in Dylan's brain, for he was thinking more with his little head at the moment.

He realized he was staring at the bare, pinkness that was Alyssa's pussy for a little longer than he intended.

*quot;What do you want to do to me?*quot; She asked her brother, causing his eyes to meet hers.

*quot;Everything.*quot; He responded, his voice hoarse with need.

*quot;Good answer,*quot; Alyssa said, sliding her hand from her hair, to her shoulders, her breasts, stomach, hips...

Finally she slid a Yayalar Escort Bayan single finger between her wet lower lips, causing both her and him to gasp softly.

She could see the hard length in his boxers start to rise, and she moaned softly.

*quot;I'm aching for your cock, big brother,*quot; She grinned and grabbed his hand with the one that wasn't occupied between her legs, softly rubbing her fingertip up and down.

He climbed on the bed with her and lay on his side. She pulled the waistband of his boxers down with her free hand. He pulled them down with her and shivered as the air hit his throbbing dick.

She didn't want to waste any time with foreplay, seeing as she was wet enough, and he was obviously hard enough for her.

She gave him her biggest puppy dog eyes. *quot;Fuck me, big brother.*quot;

He ground his teeth together and immediately mounted Alyssa, his hips between her soft, white thighs.

He may not have known what to do if his mind was working properly, but instinct kicked in and he gripped his cock, rubbing her sensitive clit with the head. She gasped and moaned softly. She arched her hips up, causing the tip to slide against her entrance.

She was so fucking wet.

*quot;Alyssa...*quot; He whispered. *quot;You're so wet...and warm...*quot;

*quot;All for you, Dylan.*quot;

He growled and slammed his cock inside of her tight depths.

*quot;FUCK!*quot; They both cried in unison.

*quot;Big brotherrrr...*quot; She moaned, and for some primal reason, that turned him on like nothing Yayalar Escort else. He pulled his dick out until just the tip was inside, and then thrusted back into her.

Alyssa bit down on her lip and wrapped her legs around Dylan's slender hips. He opened his eyes and looked down at his sister underneath him, writhing with need, and a shiver ran down his spine. He leaned forward and sucked on her soft tits, her pink nipples poking at his tongue.

He got up on his knees and started a steady rhythm of thrusts, in and out, again and again until he could feel her slippery juices slide down his balls.

He threw his head back. *quot;Fuck...Alyssa!*quot;

He then stared down at her breasts, bouncing with every thrust upward onto her g-spot. She was moaning, writhing, crying out beneath him. They were covered in sweat and the smell of their sex intoxicating for the both of them.

*quot;Fuck, Alyssa!*quot;

*quot;Mmm...*quot;

*quot;Alyssa...I'm gonna...*quot;

*quot;Cum for me, big brother!*quot; She cried.

With an animalistic growl, Dylan thrusted up into her one last time until he spilled his hot cum deep inside her tight pussy.

He tried to keep moving inside her to let her cum, but he began going soft.

*quot;Fuck,*quot; he whispered and rolled off of her onto the other side of the bed.

Alyssa immediately (yet shakily) stood and pulled her skimpy nightgown back on over her naked form.

*quot;Hey - you didn't cum yet.*quot;

She turned at his word and a look of despair crossed over her face, followed by a smirk. She was hiding something.

*quot;Get some sleep, big brother. You look like you need it.*quot; And she was gone.

She was right. He was sweaty and breathing hard, his eyes blinking slower as the high from the big orgasm wore off. Damn, he was tired.

He lay back and stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep.